Tomatoes

Grant is obsessed with them.

He went from taking one bite, making the bitter beer face, and then spitting it out, to not being able to get enough of them. Every time I'm in the kitchen cooking, he's dancing around my feet, pointing to the tomatoes and saying "Peeeeesssss" (that would be "please"). And he'll just eat them and eat them and eat them.

He loves the grape tomatoes. He holds it in his chubby hand, takes a little bite so it doesn't squirt all over him (he learned that the messy way), sucks the juice and seeds out, and then pops the rest in his mouth.

He averages at least 10 a day.